Well, that's one FMLA day down.

I just ... I can't do it today. The weather's crap, I feel like crap, I'm supposed to spend five or six hours on the phones today, and my mom decided to warn me that I'd have to go out early to de-ice my car's locks by calling me at six-thirty in the morning and waking me up literally a minute before my first alarm was supposed to go off.

Soooooo I called off. I'll stay home and do homework and work on the Books of Boggs and NOT get upset and have a tantrum at work.

Holy shit.

CBS actually fired the crazy son of a bitch.

I know I said they should, but everybody who commented and said, "Uh, contract?" were definitely right. That said, even though it's the #1 show on TV, it says a fuckton that they're willing to get rid of the more important one of the Two And A Half Men in the title AND risk one hell of a lawsuit because Charlie Sheen has finally become THAT big of an asshole.

Hide yo Republicans, hide yo loudmouthed little punks ...

As of tonight, my mom is on our town council.

I asked her when she would be running for President. I'd worry about my mom stressing herself out, but at the same time I'd pay an absurd amount of money to watch her debate, say, Sarah Palin.

And when I say "debate," I mean to say "verbally eviscerate." And possibly "barely restrain herself from pounding Palin into the stage with my mom's thick dossier of precisely researched notes."

Ugh.

This upcoming weekend is Parade Day in Scranton -- more commonly known as Public Drunkenness Day; the fact that there's a St. Patrick's Day parade comes as a shock to some people considering you can't see the parade from most of the bars -- and I ... kinda don't want to go.

Which sucks, really, because I planned ahead for this weekend forever, and how it's my only drinking day since, like, October, and now I'm just like, "... meh." And it doesn't help that Jess has to work that day and won't be drinking or staying out very long at all, and I like her boyfriend a ton, but I'm not going to spend the day going to the bar with him while she's at work. (That could be because last Parade Day I puked on his hand. Um, oops?)

I think I'm just either thinking about school or the book, and everything else is just sort of going fuzzy around the edges in my attention span. "Wait, I'm supposed to be working? But I've got HOMEWORK and a MANUSCRIPT and nothing else matters, godfuckingdamnit."

One would think that was why I stayed home from work today, but ... okay, did you ever get up and just know that if someone says JUST the wrong thing you're going to throw a strop and burst into tears? Or maybe it's just me. Whatever, that's why I've got FMLA time, so I called off, and stayed home and got half of my algebra homework and one of my IT assignments done, and now I'm about to try and get my Books of Boggs outline started.

Also, for the record, I feel like I should state - since a few people have brought it up in the Amazon.com posts and I didn't want anybody to be out of the loop - that the agent-shaped person is no longer agent-shaped, as she recently closed her agency. Not that I'm not still being what I always imagine is an annoying needy nuisance, but still. Basically, I'm between agents. Now to figure out where that other agent I'm standing between actually IS ...